Sabbath Reading

j.'amer, au my boui goes out In a prayer of trust to Thee í Ktill the longing and tho doubt Which do now abide in me. Weak my strongest efforte are, Yainly Beek I for the light That for me doth shine afar , Guide nio in the path of right. Guido ine, Father, lest I stray Far from thotights oí heaven and Thee ; Keep me in the narrow way, Howe'er rouh that way may be. What care I though feet may bleod, If at last I gain the light Unto which the path doth lead ? Guide nie in the path of right. Father, ever be my guide ! 'ihen, whate'er my trouble he, Peace will still wlth me abide, Clearly I my way will see. Be lhou as the clond by day, As the flanuing fire by night, Ever pointing out tho way Of the Christian's path of right. Father, uow my spirit thriils As I Bpeak Thy hallowed name ! I can bear the myriad ills That beeet my earthly frame ; I can put the tempter's wiles And his every Bnare to fl ght, If the Father on me smiles, fl-nidinir nift in nathfl of richt.